I was happy
Which isn’t actually happiness
It’s just an ephemeral memory of a moment that if I had been fully present
I could have had my fill
And then I wouldn’t be yearning
Wasting another precious moment
Before it is gone
*happiness in retrospect is not true happiness, it is a memory.
Intangible and ephemeral.
We may not have this moment, laughing with this special person ever again. Because tomorrow they may be gone.
Moment after moment after moment – so many precious fleeting moments.
We lose this moment thinking about another, we look backward, we plan forward.
And another moment that could have been filled with peace, with bliss, with happiness is gone
I want to live a life, this life, while I’m in it
Our mind makes that aspiration very difficult, if we allow it to carry us away, as it does, again and again
The Ferris wheel reminds me that we are given these buckets of bodies and minds that we fill up with experiences and around and around we go.
But at some stage we are going to have to step out of this moment and into something unknown
We will leave
And someone else takes our place on the wheel
So let’s not waste those views
And enjoy our turn, while we still can